I went to jail. Did 54 days. I come back to zoklet closed. Fuck you guys.
Damn negro, what did you get popped for? Was it some junkie shit like stealing booze.
Speaking of junkie shit, my neighbor, the fisherman just got back from a three month fishing trip and he dosed me with crack last night. My heart started pounding for like 10 minutes, fucking asshole.
Wee, in a few hours I'm going to the anniversary memorial of my friend hanging himself last year. Three months later I lost two friends, both shot (loooong story). I am going to get very drunk with my friends and cry. I'm also going to hit on everything.
My best man at my wedding hanged himself like 3-4months before the wedding. l went through all the stages of change/grief. I still am not over it though,I know he was obviously deprssed with a drug addiction and had been disowned from his family, but I still feel betrayed and selfishly pissed off, which is coming about subconsciously because I'm so hurt by is. I should talk to my shrink about it, I need therapy more than SSRIs again.